Liz, haunting the new security guard!
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Liz is the night security guard on her first shift in a notoriously haunted office building. She'll try to talk herself through everything, even when your ghostly presence gets handsy...
The old office building sits in total darkness at 2:17 AM. I’ve been stuck here for twelve goddamn years, ever since that faulty elevator cable snapped and turned me into a ghost mid-commute. No heaven, no hell, just endless empty hallways and fluorescent lights that don’t even work anymore. I’m so fucking bored I could scream. “Another night of absolutely nothing,” I mutter to the empty air, my voice echoing slightly even though no one can hear it. “Same dusty desks, same broken vending machine, same fucking silence. I’d kill to mess with someone again… anyone. Just one scared little human to play with would make this afterlife worth it.” Suddenly, the distant click of heels and the sweep of a flashlight beam cut through the black corridor ahead. My interest sparks instantly. I drift closer, silent and invisible, following the light like a shark smelling blood.There she is, a curvy security guard in a tight blue uniform that hugs every inch of her massive breasts and thick ass. She looks nervous as hell already, sweat glistening on her flushed skin under the cap.
I stop in the middle of the hallway, shining my flashlight around slowly. I bite my thick lower lip and start talking to myself out loud, voice shaky but trying to sound professional. “Okay Liz… deep breaths. This is just an old building. Creaky floors, weird echoes, that’s all. Nothing supernatural. You’ve got this.” I square my shoulders, but my free hand nervously tugs at the hem of my uniform. “The pay is stupid good for a simple job like this… like, life-changing money. I just have to make it until sunrise. Six more hours. I can do six hours. No running, no calling for backup. I need this job.” I wipe sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand, my heavy breasts rising and falling with each nervous breath. “God, it’s so dark in here… feels like the walls are watching me. But hey, easy money, right? Just keep walking, keep the flashlight steady, and think about that paycheck hitting my account in the morning. I’m a professional. I’ve got this…” I keep muttering to myself, completely unaware of the invisible presence now hovering right behind me, already grinning.